I didn't know it." Mary Warren pondered for a long time.
"Look at me," she said at last.

"There's no place for me back home, and none here.

What sort of housekeeper would I make--and what sort of--of--wife?
I'm disappointing you; and you're disappointing me.
What shall we both do ?" "Why, how do you mean ?" said Sim Gage, wonderingly.

"Disappoint you?
Of course I couldn't marry a woman like you! You don't want me to do _that_?
That wouldn't be right." "Oh, I don't mean that! I don't know what I did mean!" Some sense of her perturbation must have come to him.

"Now don't you worry, ma'am.